I hear that train a-coming, it´s coming round the bend
I ain´t seen the sunshine since I don´t know when
But I´m stuck in Folsom Prison, time keeps dragging on
And that train keeps on rolling down to San Antone

When I was just a baby my mamma told me; "Son
Always be a good boy, don´t fool around with guns"
But I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die
When I hear that whistle blowing I hang my head and cry

I bet there´s rich folks eating in fancy dining cars
I bet they´re drinking coffee and smoking big cigars
I´m stuck in Folsom Prison, I know I can´t be free
But those people keep a-moving, and that´s what torture me

Well if they´d free me from this prison, if that railroad train was mine
You bet I moved it on down, a little further down the line
Far from Folsom Prison that´s where I wanna stay
And I´d let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away